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The dread of not existing

Almost every night I keep reminded that I am going to be dead. The realization that I am going to be nonexistent is a dreadful thought. 

The thought of everything that I have been feeling, what I have worked for -literally- life is gonna be eternal slumber in the end. Make me think everything not gonna matter.

When I think about it, it really is a scary thought. It makes me panic and making it hard to sleep. I don't know if this normal or not. But it (the thought) is coming to me every night.

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